Tuesday, September 12, 2006

New friend.

Scramble2:(coming to stand on kitchen doorstep) Hello.Me: hello! What are you doing here?Scramble2: Just come to see what's going on.Me: Oh, not alot. Do you want some corn? (holding out corn in palm)Scramble2: Oh no thanks. I just want to stand here and look at you with my head on one side.Me: OK then, but you can't come in.Scramble2: why not?Me: Because you projectile shit every 10 minutes, that's why.Scramble2: Yeah, sorry about that. I've dropped a few on the patio as well, you'll have to hose it down later.Me:(thoughtfully) Was this chicken thing a mistake?Scramble2: How can you say that? I'll get a complex. I'll go into melt-down like Scramble1. I'm a sensitive being you know, with feelings and needs.Me: Right you, out my kitchen!Scramble2: oh look, a twig! (peck peck)